Vampire Weekend plays indie-rock you can take home to Mom. They were fun, harmless – the sort of toothless, catchy band that college freshman will prize as a private discovery and listen to incessantly for three months before Stereogum moves on to the next band. Which isn’t to say that I didn’t like ’em. Also: note the prominently placed Daft Punk shirt at the right corner of this photo. You’re a cool kid, Columbia concerts staff DJ!